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Chapter 302: Chapter 299 A Stir of Excitement

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“Fuck, it really knows how to chase!”

“Why won’t it die?”

The muddy figure dashed frantically through the forest, constantly wiping the mud-dripped off his forehead to reveal a pair of black eyes while crazily cursing, forcing the production team to incessantly beep out the profanity.

After the heavy rain, the forest was filled with muck, and the soaked weeds were exceptionally slippery. Mugalen had just run too hastily and took a fierce tumble in the forest, rolling several times and now not only his shoes but his whole body was covered in mud.

Luckily, Mugalen reacted quickly, scrambling to his feet, otherwise, he might have been trampled through by the moose. Getting kicked by this thing was no joke, it could break bones if it didn’t kill you.

There had been incidents where a 300-pound zebra had kicked a 400-pound lion to death. One must never underestimate the kick from a hooved animal; many times, it’s better to attack from the front than to even get close behind, for this very reason.

Continuing through the dense forest, Mugalen kept up his struggle with the moose.

For the moment, it seemed there was no immediate danger.

But to see it chase him this far with an arrow through its neck was truly an eye-opener for the audience. The vitality of this animal was incredibly tenacious, and despite its large size, it could run so fast!

“I guess the arrow didn’t puncture the trachea, or else it would’ve run out of strength long ago,” Bi Fang speculated as he watched the blood continuously flowing from the moose’s neck wound.

In the forest, Mugalen continued to flee, but he clearly wasn’t content with just escaping reactively. He took a short spear from his back, trying to fight back.

“Don’t be fooled by the moose’s size; in reality, it can run at a speed of fifty-five kilometers per hour for several hours, its stamina is incredible, and it’s also very fast.

But its vision is extremely poor, it’s short-sighted, relying on its sensitive hearing and sense of smell. So when in danger, we can run into the woods to outmaneuver it and look for a chance to counterattack.”

The moose’s neck continued to bleed profusely, and Bi Fang keenly noticed its speed had slowed considerably.

Mugalen picked up on this, circling around a large tree. As the moose charged past, he quickly threw the spear, which penetrated into the animal instantly. Unfortunately, due to the angle, it didn’t penetrate deeply, just a spearhead’s worth.

But that was enough!

Overcome by the pain of a second injury, the moose was overwhelmed by fear, panic, and rage. It no longer displayed bravery and, after charging past Mugalen, it didn’t look back and turned to flee.

“YES!”

Mugalen wiped the mud off his face, spat, and flung it hard to the ground, feeling a tremendous sense of relief. Every pore in his body seemed to breathe freely, as if he had expelled three days’ worth of constipation in an instant.

He was exhilarated.

With the moose fleeing, Mugalen was in no hurry to pursue; after all, a cornered beast still fights.

“Let the bullet fly a little longer.”

When he caught up, it would naturally be too weak to resist.

Following the trail in the vegetation, Mugalen arrived at a riverbank where he scooped up some water to wash his face. Then, feeling unsatisfied, he plunged his whole head into the water, shaking it a few times as the mud dispersed.

A small section of the river turned a muddy brown, which only started to fade away with the current after half a minute.

“[Wow, how much mud was in his hair?]”

“[I suspect that when he rolled on the ground, he must have swallowed a few mouthfuls of mud.]”

“[It’s you, the swamp monster!]”

“Ah, that’s better.”

When Mugalen lifted his head, water droplets flew, and with a smooth stroke of his hand, his hairline neatly appeared.

Hmm, it was a bit high.

Perhaps due to ethnicity and age, Mugalen grew a steady beard on his chin after just a week, but if it were Bi Fang, ten days would only yield some stubble.

“[Ah, Master Fang did this same movement when he was adrift at sea, I always thought it looked damn cool, but now I realize, it really depends on the face.]”

“[Boss doing that move is a bit harsh on the eyes…]”

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[Mugalen: Are you polite?]

[Feast your eyes on my Master Fang wallpaper, hmm, that’s comforting.]

After washing his face, the refreshingly spirited Mugalen returned to the original spot, tracking the fleeing moose by following its tracks and bloodstains. While doing so, he even began to explain to the audience.

“Tracking wild animals is the supreme skill a hunter can master—in my opinion, learning to track is almost like learning a new language, in short, it’s a process of becoming familiar with different patterns.

Once you master this technique, you’ll never forget it.

After mastering this skill, wherever you look, you’ll be able to see the subtle signs of a hidden world.

The rain was really heavy yesterday, now the ground is muddy. The good news is that the days are getting longer, giving me more time to be active.”

The explanation from Mugalen left the audience perplexed, many wondering why Bi Fang’s voice had changed, only to realize upon checking their phones that it wasn’t Master Fang who was speaking, but Mugalen tracking the moose.

“This man has quite the ambition, even taking my job; it seems he’s harbored intentions to replace me for a long time. We cannot keep him here.”

Bi Fang wasn’t angry, but rather made a joke, prompting laughter from everyone.

“If you want to train your tracking skills, you can actually start from the small and simple things. For instance, if it has rained in recent days, you can clearly see the tracks of animals on muddy paths, and it’s even better if you get up early, before the footprints of dogs and their walkers have spoiled them.

You can try going into the city center early one day to look for animal tracks; it’s quite easy to find traces left by animals.

I once found roe deer tracks in Hampstead Heath Park, and an unclear badger footprint by a muddy puddle next to Regent’s Canal, and also fox tracks in Wales.

Of course, if it’s difficult to find them in the city, then head to the countryside, where you’ll find more animal tracks than in the city.

Not only are there more animal tracks in rural areas, but there’s also much less chance of them being spoiled by humans.

All you have to do is head to the intersections between fields, forests and streams, places where animals live and pass through.

Fertile soil can record the clearest footprints, and to find these tracks, you should look around walls, fences, and gateposts, and don’t overlook the edges of forests.

If you find ‘paths’ that animals frequently pass through, and follow them, you’ll be able to find places where animals raise their young and reproduce.

Flattened grass, denser vegetation with small holes than other areas, or tangled fur at low points in fences—these all tell you that animals pass through here.

Once you find something, take pictures to document it, so that you can compare them at home later and know which animals left them.

You could try looking for foxes in rural areas. First, look at the footprints; fox prints are longer and slimmer than a dog’s, typically 5 centimeters long by 4 centimeters wide.

There is a gap between the two front and two back paw prints, which is longer than a matchstick.

With winter’s approach, you can also see fur between fox prints because as the weather gets colder, the fox’s fur grows thicker.”

[Studied too hard, studied too hard, tonight I’m going to the park to pick a fight with wildlife, and anyone who catches prey gets to feast on hotpot!]

[Bullfrog, learnt a new trick, will go to the African Savanna to confront lions, as long as I run fast, they won’t catch me]

[Not bad at all.]

[Master Fang, is what he said correct?]

“Yes, that’s basically the training process. Ordinary people should start with parks, practice makes perfect is very important. When you take pictures, it’s best to include a reference object, like a coin or other common item.

Moreover, the best times to go out are at dawn and just before sunset, when the sun’s position can clearly reveal these tracks.”

Mugalen basically got it right, and Bi Fang just added a bit more information.

As they chatted and explained, the trail of blood they were following became more frequent.

This was a normal sign that the moose was slowing down, with more blood falling to the ground in the same amount of time.

Feeling hungry, Mugalen quickened his pace, but as he rounded a large tree, he suddenly stopped, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints, frozen in place.

The drone ascended higher, and the audience erupted in commotion.

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